You know all these crises we're in? Terrorism, militancy, rotten governance? It isn't about failure. This is punishment. Our collective failure isn't recent. It predates this government. But this here, this catalogue of doom, is the consequence. We left our pot unwatched, we must now chew the burnt offerings that our supper has become.
It is hoped that the unsavoury chow will make us so determined to fight against a continuation of such stomach-retching meals so that at least, at dawn, breakfast will be mouthwatering. I wish. The reality on the ground points to a far disgusting series of meals that await us as a whole.
Because we have allowed ourselves play into the divisive tendencies of the political class, enervating what could've been single-minded purpose to push for change (since power is never wilfully surrendered), this punishment will persist. It is self inflicted. We are our own enemies. And no one can save us from us but us.
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